"holistically" poems
Did anyone ever thought
about this fraternal oneness,
why we are all in this universe
and so profoundly related.
Did you know that beneath
the differences of different
people lies only one man nature.
One world and one people.
Different beliefs but one source.
Varied culture and tradition
but one humanness.
Drinking same fountain of water
from above and below the earth.
All breathing same air,
what one breathes out,
another takes in.
We blend and merge together,
resonating in synergy to bring
desired octaves in response
to a beautiful and blissful sequence,
with different forms and
different wavelength Interwoven
holistically in wholeness.
As one sleeps the other awakes,
in different geographic areas,
sharing the same sun and moon,
as the stars shine daily bears witness,
though it is only seen in part in accord
with whoever is in the light or dark,
it's brightness is shown in the dark
only when the moon shines,
and hidden in the brightness of the sun,
as one is in the light with the sun,
the other is in dark with the moon.
We still shines as the stars in the
sky even though we don't know it.
Don't mess up what is so important
in your life just because you are
a little unsure of who you are.
Be truly your neighbors keeper,
for we are all related.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
Is a realm where alchemy is alive and well
It resides in the aether making it difficult to envision
A place of dreams but if you are imaginative
There is also structure
Dreams without structure are just whispers of nothingness
Quickly dissipating
Without structure, dreams quickly fold back into the aether
Waiting for a less superfluous re-imagination
To make it on the physical plane, there must be roots
When dreams are infused with structure, roots can be found
There is potential that those dreams can wake up
When the dreams are provided with structure and
Are re-animated with function
Then we have a breath of life
Structure and function are what allows Us
To step out of dreamtime and into reality
To find the roots of that architecture you must have vision
Not see with your eyes vision, but a different type
This framework hasn’t always existed
Relations have created it
That’s why it’s recognizable
The framework are the laws, both natural and synthetic
It’s the place where duality and non-duality collide
It’s a place of transcendence
A place of truth
Maybe we can learn to see holistically here
Anisotropica has many functions
It’s art and science fused
It’s poetry and song and dance
And mathematics and physics and chemistry
It is an expression of sacred geometry
An amalgamation of binary and analog
The fusion of dreams and laws
Creates a space that can be mined for transcendence
A place where we can extend past many current limitations
It's a springboard to become who you are
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
I cross my legs under the Bodhi tree, sitting
in the sanctity of my well afflicted fortune
I splice the moment’s intermittent air
to drink of the jeweled river cascades
electric plush ~ ripened
to taste like lemonade Nirvana,
puckered up with pleasant chills
flowing through crystalline lattice
works to cleanse my mental palette
with a hint of mint placed on an Other-side
be rest assured the crest rolls atop the tide.
A vacant awareness is aroused from within the
sanctity of my sweet surrender ~
My eyes flutter blissful blinks like flirting butterfly’s
flapping wings resounding good vibrations
across the globe where space rebounds with
positive affirmation of *the little girl with wet eyes,
smiles wide, an outstretched palm placed firmly
in a mother’s hand, how safely she's returned,
perfectly as planned.*
I celebrate this victorious vision inside my skull
with grunting cheer and a third eye sneeze ~
my air fills with a burst of vision mist coating
my recollections piece by piece holistically,
light as a photon beam phasing in for safe landing,
strapped back in my body for leave of meditation.
I rise out from under the Bodhi tree, in my sanctity
of well afflicted fortune and give a thankful bow
for the good outcomes of the day.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
-you rip up your coffee cups after you're done with the drink just as an excuse to stay and talk longer yet the thought of spending time unchaining your fears fights the red in you to conquer them in groups of 2
-did you forget that you were once an artist who could move mountains into valleys just to brush the snow off them?
-whoever set fire to the blooming flowers you holistically grew in your heart was only doing you a careful favour because you never liked orange roses and now you're watering glowing daises that suit your vibe anyway
-brick walls aren't as blocked off as they seem but the cement keeps them together like the sky is willing to do for you
-stop picking apart the petals on peonies and maybe the stars will stop picking pieces of peace off of you
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
When people say something is complicated, what are they really saying? They're saying that it's really complex. Now, we have to ask ourselves, what is complexity? Well, complexity is merely the order of simple interactions working together as a system to perform a common function. You see, things really aren't all that complex, it's just the illusion created when we look at things holistically and not as individually unique.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 3:41 PM UTC
Agnostic girl full of
Belief in the mirror I
Create behind closed
Doors that open wide when I
Emerge into the terrifying world
Faking so much, so often
Grieving the fear that consumes me
Holistically I am an actress
In a world full of pretenders
Jestering my pride and arrogance
Keeping an ounce of who I really am with
Love from my closest friend
Most nights I can't go to sleep without
Nodding along to the music with tears in my eyes
Opening and closing, so close to losing every
Particle of my true self who hides behind the façade of
Real tough girl, but really I'm just a
Scared little girl, seeking approval
Through abusive relationships that get me nowhere
Underestimating my worth
Vicariously living through those I help
Wondering when I'll stop pretending and wanting
Xanax to ease my mind and cure the never
Yielding ball of AGGH in my stomach reaching the
Zenith called my mouth for awful bile filled days
This is the reality
That creates me
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
little children sit, basking in the sun
their laughter lights upon the world
holistically calling all pens
dipped with ink to tell
of the glory of God’s grandeur
of His infinitesimal love so great
permeating everything, everywhere, everybody
to the point, that point
where we cannot see but for Him
for by the rivers of Babylon
we take down our harps from the trees;
where once our songs of sadness draped
among the sycamores, pines, and lindens
only our happiness remains
bestowed on us, for us, by God,
for God is love and love is real
so our prayers creeping towards heaven
amidst the priests’ holy incense
are filled with thoughts
of the New Jerusalem through
the smile of a child.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 5:04 PM UTC
One's Mind is as a Prism
One's Body is a Mirror;
One's Reality is a reflection
of that Prism on that Mirror:
The functionality of one's Prism
becomes apparent
as the images reflected upon their Mirrors
become manifest:
We ourselves are all Sacred Mirrors;
Our lives are Divinity itself
and our Bodies are the Cathedral
where Art is stained-glass windows and Prayer
all of which built as an effigy to the Godself
in order to re-acknowledge the Godself
and to defy the Illusion of separation
inherent in our mortal Existence within this
Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
we've come to call the Universe.
We ourselves as well as all that we perceive are Reflections of the Divine,
thus collectively and holistically All becomes a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
lover of love's long lost history
you are so intrinsically dear to me
and i know you can hear the beat
when our hands go blistering
i love the neapolitan but not naples
listen to how the city sings like the others
but she buys time and barely bothers
to remove her appropriating staples
she is a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
but you, my dear neapolitans,
how holistically human you happen to be
and what a human thing to do
to braid oneself with a few
ventricles of other hearts unseen
you are not special insofar as you are human
and the home you make mistakes you
for a permanent resident, assumes you
are a planted person whose sole purpose is bloomin
but you are dynamic, not static
you do not live in someone's attic
you move around, the ground beneath you
isn't bequeathed to staying beneath you,
you
keep moving and loving and all of the aboving
because our love isn't something
that can be taken away by a location change
or how 21,000 hearts are arranged
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake
from mister sun spilling forth
unseasonably balmy temperatures
equated from this human drake
swallowed hard taking
respite delighting, holistically
lolling (nar gagging) obliviously par
taking paradise magical optical pulsations,
a desperate need to succor dehydration
that found me relinquishing
a coveted reading nook and cranny,
this explanation not "FAKE"
excuse withholding appeasing,
an unrelenting paroxysm
watering parched palette
**** ceded to abend
imagination immersion
linkedin radiant nirvana basking (like a robin)
while feeling spell bound by this warm weather
unseasonably tropic teaser came to an end
drew the analogy how indomitable
joie de vivre kneading love intend
ding, sans partaking draught found wealth
between bounded pages doth mend
moe so than any medication
(akin to placing a wager sparring rivals)
desire for on par,
when body needs replenishment of fluids
thus...deferring self
for healthy pleasant liquid to slake
in an effort to curtail parched mouth
felt as if being scraped
by a lab bot tummy sized rake
thence entire corporeal being
didst shimmy and shake
analogous within mine
so many dozen square feet parameters
thee earth didst quake.
thence upon gulping sweet pineapple juice
(to evade dole drums)
a poem yours truly decided to make.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
Learning is a journey of understanding, acceptance and the ability to holistically process various informations feed. It is like exploration to unknown, using spirits, vibes and subtle form of wisdom. An act of learning is a stimuli of consciousness which will guide one, what one needs to choose in the circumstances one is involve with. The ultimate objective of learning is to adopt common denominator of all the conceptions cultivating the state of mind for harmony what directs one to stay human.
To be precise it is a process of dynamic evolving.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
She who lives in accordance to nature unfolding is an entity who governs with equity,
Embracing the beauties of organic origins she preserves life's virtue,
Holistically embodying the spirit of now she carries an impartial tranquility,
Restoring balance towards fickle fabrications many are led to believe.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
Forgiving,
It’s so much easier than expected,
So much easier than everyone tells,
As I no longer feel pain,
feel drained,
feel weak,
I feel empathy for you.
I apologise you your actions,
I’m sorry I got hurt,
I mean, it was all a misunderstanding,
Right?
But forgetting is different,
Complete contrast,
Flinching when you reach for the pillow,
Being careful of the words that leave me,
Constantly walking on thin, weak, frayed threads,
Ready to snap,
For you to snap,
Subconsciously never forget,
Actions so tiny yet an extension to the harsh reality,
The need to be back,
As a holistically beautiful couple,
When before I didn’t have to forgive,
As now I can’t forget.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Sitting, simmering in the soul
The remnants of a conscience pang
Hovering, holistically
To scarify internal slang.
Banally, belligerent
The would be, could be, might be, won’t
Embattled deep, so deep within,
The me, inside, roars loudly… “DON’T”
Locked within a silly song
A nervousness leaps back and forth
A twitching in the raised eyebrow
First east then west, south then north.
Torridly to cast about
Wrack the skull for answer clear
Sack the flaming gates of Hell
In inspiration’s roasting fear.
Suddenly it all clicks in
To fit together lock and key,
To slide incumbent, one on one,
To tantalize that smile from me.
Oh the rush of fresh relief
As if awash in crystal spring,
To titivate the vaulting joy
Of ego’s maniacal thing.
M.
Waikato, New Zealand
29 November 2017
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
When life had me in shackles
I had known
that this was reality for sure,
Dreams once lit holistically
showered my life with love and compassion
they took me where there's serenity and peace,
But when arose the demons of terror
the nightmare of deceit and hurt
then came rushing in actuality,
Twas my life that had fallen apart
my soul that went in abyss
and my heart that was scarred,
I was blinded by superficiality
by the ugly lies that I was told
and the flamboyance of people,
It had then struck me
I was nothing but alone
oblivious of the dark secrets kept from me and the hate amidst this world.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
Yesterday.... Like the Beatles my troubles are here yet seem so far away...
Blood from my body and eyes blinded my visions of cesarian executions that brought light and a beacon of hope that's here to stay..
The year before, Mother Nature ripped my Afro centric other me from the abyss of an ovarian society...
Yet healed the once mentally enslaved legacy, holistically increased that same evil capital into tranquility...
And like an eagle soaring over the highest peaks of hope came to be in 1983...
Shocked the wintery mix with Egyptian ice cold veins and Greek ****** proclivities...
And though the vices that sinned my birth swayed my lens
Wings of stoic proportions haloed to an ascended degree, I contend
Oh I believe...in yesterday...
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
I’ve had this feeling, ongoing for a couple of years, or more
Like the relentless moped rider who mounts the pathway outside your door,
Risking his life without a helmet on,
And others may too soon be gone,
As though its his mission to break you down and irritate,
Mind and body debate, until my shell accepts defeat,
It’s easy to make excuses when you feel this way, they say,
But I beat myself up, day after day,
If I sleep too late or hide away, exhausted, unable to concentrate,
The guilt pulls in my gut, like the church-bell ringers tug, slow, robust,
Without question, prescription or doctors review,
I take the mind numbing pill just to get through,
There’s no need for appointments or long waiting queues,
It’s ready and waiting with the supermarket crew,
among other essential survival tools to accrue,
I’ve fought so hard to come off this drug,
I’ve reduced the dose, though it’s not enough,
I’m shamefully addicted, though the GP insists they’re not addictive,
If only I could have predicted,
Without my fix I’m resticted, spaced out, blurry eyed, inflicted,
Out of this darkness I see lots of light,
I’ve allowed myself time and space to get it right,
holistically and patiently, I’ve learned is key,
Though the shame of depression will never leave me,
It’s an unattractive weakness, but it wouldn’t stop my attraction to you,
It’s my own insecurities that I need to break through
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Down Isle one thousand
in booth number three
you'll find trepidation
Brewed up in a tea
A new reservation
A live presentation
of self preservation
In the row next to me
A section of reflection
and anger deflection
will give me direction;
This seminar is free!
A booth full of flyers
with snitches and liars
are there for the criers
"Out of place", I decree!
Discover the artist
that's working the hardest
ideas are farthest
from reality
Their booth I will spend
all the way till the end
their work, it will mend
me holistically
When the convention is over
my home, I will rover
to settle with the prover
my sanity
The trip was successful
relaxing and restful
no longer so stressful
natrually
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
I am not a goddess.
Sometimes I'm not as modest
as I would like to be.
The tallest buildings
have the farthest to fall.
I remedy holistically,
take vegan vitamin d3,
liberally diffuse tea tree.
Seasonal depression ***** when you have the regular kind too.
I'm scared of all the classes I'll sleep through,
or instead lie in agony,
agonists halted temporarily,
as the darkness takes my day
from me.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
You told me your biggest secret
And
How proud of you I am
The fact that you trust me enough to spill what’s inside of you
The things that make you holistically who you are
I have seen what is nestled at your core as you have mine
So it makes sense as to why I feel sick a complete and utter sense of security when I’m with you
I crave your touch
Sometimes so intensely that a phantom burn runs through my veins like that of scalding coffee on a day where the sky cannot hold its tears in any longer because even the sky has days where the sun is but a small blinking dot
When darkness has crept in like that of a masked phantom
We understand each other
I’m a mutual relationship
But I ache for more
I ache so deeply that even my dreams are dominated by you
Your smile and the curve of your neck
Supple and untouched
Oh how I yearn for your touch
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
A life like this
Truly influential for me to write this
Articulated thought of a musical mind
Dictionary defined, deal disseminate
A sky with no limit, called to innovate
Metaphorically moved, so to resonate
Artful reflectivity, relational domain
Holistically original, critical acclaim
Chances taken before they pass
Grasp and empower – it will all make sense
A find of forever, together we rise
A rock to pass, shoot for the stars
Comprehensive bars set to bridge the divide
Land on common ground, a synthesized sound
A question with an answer, you would be that call
A lyrical league, facets of skill
Dexterous dimension, unequivocal will
The resounding Wright to shine your light
A light that shines, expression – insight
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
I just want you to be happy
To be holistically enveloped in the happiness you've always deserved
And I hope it's everything you've always dreamt it would be
Wherever life takes you
Don't ever stop smiling
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC